Once her pussy was within striking distance of my face, I brushed my nose over her clit. I breathed in, inhaling her. To savor the moment, I licked up and down her glistening, puffy lips. Back and forth, to and fro. I sucked on her wet folds and lapped up her juices, relishing her taste. When her hips began moving, I knew she was growing impatient.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Mhmm.” I reached behind her to grab her ass with my hands. “I love it down here.”
“Okay, well, ut sementem feceris, ita metes.” Her teasing tone made it seem like she wasn’t reciting something in a dead language. I asked for a translation because it’d been a few years since Latin was all the rage. “You’ll find out later… Actions speak louder than words anyway.”
Heeding her lighthearted warning, I decided not to push my luck. I brought my right hand to her sex. I used my fingers to spread her pussy lips. I tautened my tongue and used its tip to trace small, tight circles around her clit. I paused my ministrations just long enough to lube two of my fingers with spit. As I pushed the digits in her, I flicked my tongue against her clit. I moved my left hand to her boobs. I strummed her nipples, alternating between the tight peaks. The curse words and moans she directed at our ceiling were music to my ears.
Over the course of our eleven-month platonic friendship, the two of us had already exchanged innumerable ‘I love you-s’ and ‘I love you too-s.’ Now, at the very onset of our romantic relationship, I decided to do something different, something new. Like she just said, actions spoke louder than words, so I spelled out my love for her with every swipe of my tongue, with every stroke of my thumb, with every thrust of my fingers.
Juxtaposed against my silence, the noises she was making were nothing short of deafening. After a guttural groan, she bucked her hips forward. I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked on them. I then stuck my tongue out and flattened it, so she could ride it at her leisure, for her pleasure. One of her hands gripped her wooden headboard, while the other gripped my hair. She fucked my face. Her sex was leaving streak after streak of her tasty wetness on my overjoyed tongue.
“Cass, I wanna come now,” she struggled out after a few delicious minutes of her getting her fill of using my very willing mouth. Begging in the bedroom wasn’t part of her repertoire, but we’d had enough sex for me to know that her need to orgasm was certainly driving her nuts at this point. I wrapped my lips around her clit once more. I rapidly stroked and swaddled the nub with my tongue. I then pushed my fingers back in her, ramming them in and out of her pussy. I felt her squeezing around me and I knew she was so close to climaxing. Reluctantly, I slipped my mouth off of her sex, just long enough to get a few words out.
“Please come for me, I need it.”
My voice was huskier because of how turned on I was. If it wasn’t obvious enough, unlike her, begging in bed wasn’t something I was averse to. Especially not when I was with the tattooed goddess whose molten sex was now constricting my fingers. Tight, tighter, tightest. My tongue found its way back to her clit and soon after, her thighs started to shake. Releasing a resounding yell, she came undone for the second time. A silver lining of leaving Apartment 202 was that very soon, we’d stop pissing off our non-confrontational, next-door neighbors whom I presumed had been tolerating our explicit racket for a while. She rocked her hips against my face as she absorbed every bit of pleasure that was coursing through her.
In a blink of an eye, she was on top of me. Her boobs were pressed flush against mine. Our legs were intertwined. She kissed me like tomorrow wasn’t coming, like the world outside was in the midst of crumbling away. I mewled in her mouth as I jerked my hips to get some sexual relief. I shifted my lower body, searching for any part of her with my pleasure-seeking pussy. When I found her thigh, I wantonly rubbed myself on her.
Our deep and messy kiss ended with a wet-sounding smack. For a second, a string of spit connected our mouths. She bit my jaw which stung, but I loved it. “After how well you just made me come, I feel a little guilty about what I’m gonna do to you now.”
“Guilty enough to change your mind, right?” Trying to be cute, I batted my eyelashes and pouted. But I knew it wasn’t going to work, so I made the most out of the contact she was still giving me. I slid my pussy against her skin with more force, hoping to snatch a quick climax.
“Nice try, but no dice.” She bit me again, making me moan. She moved her thigh away from the glazed and glistening mess between my own legs. She held my chin. “You ready?”
“Bring it,” I said with a big and bright grin.
“That’s my girl.”
No doubt, I was in for a long, long, long night. I wasn’t going to start complaining though. How could I? Whatever she had in store for me, tonight was still going to be infinitely, immeasurably better than last night when I was forced to sleep without her.
At least tonight, come what may, I was home.